trust me it gets better


Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

Faking It - part 2

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: As requested here is part 2! i went a little overboard on this, but trust me you guys it’s gonna get better! I might add a smut part, cause everyone digs that. If you want to be tagged, ask and I will kindly do so and if I forgot to tag you please tell me. *Gif isn’t mine

Part 1 


Originally posted by ajl-bae

“And remember my Mother loves it when men are absolute gentleman,” You said as you stopped the car in front of your family beach house.

“Y/N, I grew up in the 1900s, I’m probably more of a gentleman that every single one of those men in that house combined,” Bucky insisted as he tugged down his long sleeved gray henly.

Sadness washed over you as you realized that he was trying to conceal his metal arm. It dawned on you, Bucky was probably struggling with himself about this whole situation. For your sake, he went along with the plan and it made your heart swell.

You reached out and stopped his hand, instead you rolled up the sleeves on both of his arms and smiled, “You don’t have to do that.”

“But won’t your family be afraid?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Does it look like I care what they think? We’re dating, well fake dating, and when you’re fake dating, you love that person unconditionally. Even if they have a metal arm.”

He smiled slyly at you. “Then let’s get in there and fake the shit out of this.”

You stepped out of the car and breathed in the Californian air. The sea breeze engulfed your senses and you were suddenly a teenager again. An angsty one, but a teenager nonetheless. Memories of you sitting on the warm sand with the sun beating down on you flooded your mind. You missed it.

“Go in without me, I’ll be there in a bit,” Bucky said.

“What?” You snapped your head in his direction. “We’re supposed to go in together.”

“Trust me,” He added. “Have a little faith in me, doll.”

You groaned, “Just hurry up.”

With a last deep breath, you walked towards the house. You smoothed down your black striped t-shirt dress and made sure your black boots were spotless. The noise was heard even before you got inside. Your family was loud, so it would be a surprise if you got through the night without an argument breaking out. You spoke too soon.

“The pot is mine!” You recognized the voice as your Aunt Nancy.

“Nuh uh!” Your Aunt Betty remarked. “See that dent right there! Susie made is when she dropped it on the floor! Now give it here you old hag.”

Bickering followed quickly and you heard your Mother trying to break the fight between her two sisters. You opened the door, knowing it would be unlocked and stepped inside. All eyes were on you. The entire family was there. Your grandpa was there from your Mother’s side as well as both your grandparents from your dad’s side of the family. Your mother had three siblings. Your Aunt Nancy and Betty were her sisters and Uncle Matt was her brother. Nancy, Betty, and Matt were all married. Nancy has two kids, Betty has five and Matt has one.

Your Dad’s side of the family was much bigger. He has five siblings. Your Uncle Danny, Joel, and Freddy. Aunt Hazel is the second to youngest and the only girl. Uncle Joel is the youngest and constantly getting a new partner. It would be no surprise if he has a new boyfriend or girlfriend by next week. Danny has four kids, Freddy and Hazel both have two. By the looks of it, Aunt Hazel has a third one on the way.

“Y/N!” Your Mother exclaimed in glee. “I can’t believe you were able to make it!” She pulled you into a hug. “It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, well I left California for a reason,” You mumbled and hugged her back.

It’s true. No matter how much you missed your Mother and Father, there was a great reason as to why you left in the first place. It was your aunts. Mostly from your Mother’s side. They were such hypocrites and always had something to day about you.

“Ha! See, I told you she was still single Flor,” Your Aunt Betty told your Mother.

“Oh quiet you,” Your mom shut her up. “It’s alright, I understand.”

Before you could say anything, your sister spoke up.

“Still dressing in black I can see,” She remarked and embraced you.

“Missed you, Erika,” You smiled. “Let me see the rock.”

Erika flashed you her engagement ring that was on her finger. No doubt waiting for the exact moment in which she could show you her new jewelry. After all the greeting and embraces from family that actually missed you, the comments began.

“Did you gain weight?” Aunt Nancy asked.

“Yes, it’s called muscle, something you don’t know about,” You shot back.

“Well, would you look at that? The girl grew a backbone,” Betty laughed. “Yet she couldn’t find a man.”

You were being torn apart by your aunts and you were at that breaking point. Just as you were about to snap at them, a voice form behind saved you.


Everyone turned their attention to Bucky who walked into the house. He held a bouquet of flowers and you silently thanked him. He walked over and planted a long kiss on your lips. You weren’t expecting it, but were quick to melt under his touch.  

When you faced your family once again, they were all gawking at the man that just entered the house. Your Mother smiled widely and you sister seemed to nod in approval.

“James Barnes,” He greeted.

“This is my boyfriend,” You added.

“These are for you Mrs. Y/L/N,” Bucky gave the flowers to your Mother. “I wasn’t sure what flowers you liked so I decided to go with Y/N’s  favorite; asters.”

You didn’t know how he found out that those were your favorite flowers, but at that moment, you didn’t care. He just made himself look like a gentleman, and that’s all you cared about.

Bucky shook hands with all the men of the family and hugged each woman. You couldn’t help but notice Aunt Betty’s glance at his metal arm, you knew immediately that she was going to give you shit about it.

“Let’s eat!” Your father announced.

“So James, where’d you meet Y/N,” Your Mother asks.

“Please, call me Bucky,” He smiled before looking at you. “We met at work.”

“As you all know, I am Tony Stark’s secretary,” You added. “And Steve Rogers happens to be a close friend of mine. He introduced us.”

“You know Captain America?” One of your nephews asked.

You nodded, “Bucky here is his best friend.”

“He and I go way, way back,” He chuckled.

“You sure did have a great life in New York,” Erika stated.

You intertwined your fingers with Bucky’s. It was metal arm, he looked at you, as if surprised that you’d do such a daring move. “It’s great! Mr. Stark gave me an amazing room in his tower.”

“But she hardly sleeps in it cause she’s always with me,” Bucky added before the both of you burst into a light chuckled.

“How long have you been together?” Aunt Hazel asked.

“A little over a year,” He replied.

“A year?” Aunt Nancy spoke up. “You mean you’ve been hiding this hunk for over a year?”

You cringed at her statement. Bucky squeezed your hand. You couldn’t wait til this day was over.

“And remember that tomorrow is the barbecue by the beach!” You mother called as you left the house. “Nice meeting you Bucky.”

“Nice meeting you too Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“That was terrible,” You mumbled.

“Did I do something wrong?” Bucky asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh, no, you did great. Did you see their faces when you came in?” You laughed.

“What’s the deal with your Aunts?” He continued.

You shook your head, “They’ve always been like that. Now you can see why I left. They’re not the best people.” You handed Bucky your phone that had the Google Maps open. “Tony is letting us stay at one of his houses.”

“How much did you have to pay for him to do that?” He mumbled.

“Nothing at all,” You replied matter-oh-factly.

Honestly, Bucky, you surprise me. You had such good manners,“ You smiled. “Is that how you got your reputation as a certified ladies man?”

He laughed. It was a joy-filled laugh and it made you want to hear it again. You weren’t sure if it was because you hardly heard him laugh, but now that you did, you wanted to make him laugh again just so you can hear him. So you can be the reason for that laughter. For that happiness.

“Your family’s pretty cool,” Bucky said, ignoring your question.

You rolled your eyes, “Did you hear my nieces and nephews?” A migraine blossomed into your head at the simple memory of all the screaming and crying that you endured for the past three hours.

“And you’re gonna have to handle that all day tomorrow as well,” He noted as if reading your mind.

“Yes and no,” You paused and scrunched your nose. “We can go, make an appearance then maybe leave the barbecue and come back to the house. It’ll be fun!”

“Whoa,” Your mouth was agape as you stared up at the grand Stark mansion. The house sat on a hill, overlooking the beach that was far below. You were astonished at the trust Tony had in both you and Bucky to stay in his beautiful home.

“Holy shit,” You heard Bucky whisper next to you.

The inside was even better. Tony’s exquisite taste in home décor shone brightly in the interior of this home. Each item, no doubt was hand-picked by Tony. The vibrant colors blended together perfectly. You rushed towards the closed curtains and pulled them apart. Just as you imagined, the windows had a captivating view of the beach. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, never missing a single detail of the scene that was before your eyes.

Bucky let out a low whistle, “Stark must’ve paid a fortune for this view.”

“Yeah, probably worth than both of us combined. So try not to break anything.”

The two of you began your search for the bedrooms. You considered the idea to call Tony and ask him for directions, but decided against it since it was already late in New York. You found the kitchen, which is equally as glorious as the house itself. You found his tech room, that you decided to keep shut to indicate that it was off limits. Finally you found the bedroom. Turns out, that was the only bedroom there was.

Bucky scratched the back of his neck, “Well, I can take the couch. It must be comfortable as well, right?”

“Are you sure? I can gladly take the couch,” You intervened.

“Y/N,” He said. “I insist.”

“So big of a house and you’d think that Tony would spare rooms,” You exhaled. “But then again, this home was for him and Pepper.”

“At least each room has a spectacular view,” He gazed out into the stretched out view. The sun was just beginning to set. Orange, red and rosy fingers seemed to streaked across the clouds. The colors reflected off the water, adding an even more profound beauty to it all.

You and Bucky spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch, eating pizza and watching whatever was on the TV. The pizza delivery guy seemed to be a bit bummed out when he only received a five dollar tip. Maybe he thought that you and Bucky were cheapskates, considering the fact that you were ‘living’ in a home as magnificent as this one.

After two movies, two boxes of pizza and several mindless conversation, you and Bucky decided to call it a day. You dug through your bag in search for your sleeping shirt. Realization struck you and you dragged your hand down your face as you groaned loudly. You had left you sleeping shirt back at the facility. How could I fucking forget? You mentally scolded yourself.

“Bucky,” His name fell from your lips as a groan and slumped towards the bathroom.

He stood over the sink. His dark locks were pulled back in a bun to keep them out of his face. He looked up and quirked an eyebrow at your state.

“This is gonna sound a bit strange, but do you have a shirt I can borrow? I left mine at the facility.”

He shook his head, “Oh Y/N, always so forgetful.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” You insisted and followed him out of the bathroom.

He reached into his bag and tossed you one of his shirts. You unfolded it and the letters read ‘Pink Floyd 1972 World Tour.’ You shrugged and decided that it will do.

“Thanks, Buck,” You smiled.

“Your welcome and get some sleep! I don’t want you complaining about how tired you are when we’re about to get ten hours of sleep,” He called.

You tossed him a pillow and blanket before standing up straight and saluting, “Yes sir.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “You’re the worst fake girlfriend ever.”

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pronoun tips

- when you get someone’s pronouns right, don’t pat yourself on the back. (edit/clarification: What I meant by “don’t pat yourself on the back” is that you shouldn’t act like you’re doing someone a favor by using their pronouns. I should have phrased it differently in the original post. Privately patting yourself on the back is fine, since positive reinforcement is how you build good habits.)

- when you get them wrong, don’t give a list of excuses. just say sorry, correct yourself, and move on! trust me, handling it this way is better for everyone.

- if someone gets your family member/friend’s pronouns wrong, only correct them if it’s a safe environment.

- people get frustrated when they are constantly misgendered. don’t blame trans people for being upset about this, especially if you’re the one who misgendered them.

- correcting people when they misgender you can be tiring. just because someone doesn’t correct you, doesn’t mean you’re right or that they don’t mind.

- people introduce their pronouns in different ways. sometimes it’s direct, like saying your name and pronouns. other times it’s through conversation, implying, or correcting. if you aren’t sure, ask when possible! 


When anyone tries to tell me how much better education was “in the good old days”.

  • Me: *puts my hair in a braid*
  • Some SJW goblin: Um, sweaty, that's appropriating a Black(tm) hairstyle. Only black people wear braids, literally no other culture in all of history has worn braids except black people. Your hair is White(tm) and thin and brittle and can't handle being put in braids anyway. You'll probably be bald by next week because your hair literally cannot handle being tied back at all without falling out. Trust me I know your hair better than you do. :)))))
  • Me: Please get out of my house.

It’s always neat whenever I post about how I loved volume 4, I always see comments from people saying “yeah, me too! I don’t know why everyone hated it!” and that just tells me that not everyone did. In fact, a very small group did - they’re just very loud. 

That’s how negativity goes with everything. Just look at the like/dislike ratio on every 1 million+ viewed episode of V4 on Youtube. The last one has like 44k thumbs to maybe 400 thumbs down. Was it perfect? Of course not, but it was damn good and the show gets better every season. 

Trust me, RWBY is a LOVED show by so many people. 

I’m so proud of Ben for this. Coming from someone who’s mother died as a result of alcohol and drug addiction, it’s so refreshing seeing someone being able to seek treatment not only for themselves but for their own family. Because nothing hurts more than seeing someone struggle through addiction and not want to get better. Trust me I know how that feels. We stand with you Ben! We’re all happy to see you taking the steps to get better.

When I was 17, from a kinda terrible home, newly out as Trans, and hugely angsty, Anthony Head took me into his life, and for the first time I was made to feel that I was worth something, he told me that he believed in me and that I should follow my dreams.

He then proceeded to spend the next few years proving those were not empty words. Now I just turned 20, I know that I’m loved, and I followed my dreams. I’m studying at university, a national award winning poet, and this is the dedications page of my second book:

Trust me when I say, life gets better. So much better. And dreams, they can certainly come true.

friendly reminder: malias character is A LOT more than just a stalia relationship, so pls stop calling it impossible to ship stydia and love malia because trust me or better trust her she is gonna get thru all this shit, move on, find herself and find the love she deserves. damn she is such a strong woman, an amazing person and this whole thing could only make her stronger

the walking dead starters ( s7ep3.)

P.S: obviously there will be SPOILERS for those who haven’t watched the episode yet.

  • “ stop apologizing for the things you’ve never done, cause time is short and life is cruel, but it’s up to us to change.”
  • “ it’s enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious.”
  • “ cause the world is but a treat, when you’re on easy street.”
  • “ let’s have a moment in the sun.”
  • “ it’s time to have a little fun.”
  • “ yeah, we got a front-row seat.”
  • “ chop-chop.”
  • “ don’t talk to him/her.”
  • “ well, maybe next time.”
  • “ sorry. still getting used to being my own assistant.”
  • “ whatever they say… just do it.”
  • “ it’ll get better… if you let it.”
  • “ trust me.”
  • “ except for you. YOU… stand right there.”
  • “ you know, i’m getting the hang of this thing.”
  • “ that’s you, asshole. unless your smart.”
  • “ your choice. you could be like them… or me… or them.”
  • “ make it easy on yourself.”
  • “ i ain’t never gonna kneel.”
  • “ yeah, i said that too.”
  • “ see, that’s the thing man. you don’t know. but you’re gonna.”
  • “ it’s working.”
  • “ it’s working slow, but, hey, man. some people are harder to break than others.”
  •  “ since you’re doing such an awesome job, you want to have a little blast from the past?”
  • “ i’m kidding, man. lighten up.”
  • “ oh, crap. are you okay down there?”
  • “ i mean, that guy, he, uh… clomped on it.”
  • “ i’m fine. but i’m gonna pass.”
  • “ man, i’m cool.”
  • “ huh… ARE you cool though, ___?”
  • “ is that cool?”
  • “ i haven’t finished the job.”
  • “ i haven’t earned it, right?”
  • “ the hell are you talking about? you earn what you take.”
  • “ we have an orange situation.”
  • “ gimme that.”
  • “ yeah, s/he could’ve only gone three ways.”
  • “ i’ll meet you at the gate.”
  • “ i mean, i want my shit back… but that is grunt work.”
  • “ you? you don’t have to do it.”
  • “ i’d like to do it.”
  • “ good boy.”
  • “ go back while you can. you know i did.”
  • “ whatever s/he’s done to you, there’s more. there’s always more.”
  • “ you won’t get away, and when you get back… it’ll be worse.”
  • “ are we pissin’ our pants yet?”
  • “ who are you?”
  • “ you see that? i am everywhere.”
  • “ this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed, which sucks.”
  • “ your life was about to get so much cooler.”
  • “ i don’t think you get it yet, so i’m gonna break it down for you.”
  • “ choice seems pretty obvious.”
  • “ this is it. this is the ONLY way.”
  • “ WOW! you don’t scare easy. i love that.”
  • “ so… i’m gonna go get me a drink!”
  • “ there’s so many things i wish i never found out… i wish i didn’t try.”
  • “ i told you i was sorry, and you said ‘you’re gonna be’… i am.”
  • “ i’m screwed up.”
  • “ my bike’s screwed up.”
  • “ you’re going back because you owe. and now you owe a hell of a lot more.”
  • “ was it worth it?”
  • “ just let me go.”
  • “ we used to be friendly.”
  • “ look, there’s nowhere to go!”
  • “ keep walking… I SAID KEEP WALKING!”
  • “ it’s okay. it’s okay if you do it. i get it. hell, i want you to. please.”
  • “ shut up. keep walking.”
  • “ i can’t go back.”
  • “ because look where we are! we were losing. now we’re not.”
  • “ we thought we knew how to fight the monsters.”
  • “ get… up… GET UP!”
  • “ there is nothing back there for me. this is the last time i’m going to kneel.”
  • “ you feel that? you feel it?!”
  • “ okay. you won. but you know there’s nothing left.”
  • “ can i have one?”
  • “ are you, uh… you happy?”
  • “ i did the right thing.”
  • “ it’s a hell of a lot better than being dead.”
  • “ eat.”
  • “ you got your friend killed.”
  • “ don’t pretend like you don’t know the score.”
  • “ you should be dead. you’re lucky. don’t forget.”
  • “ bon appetite.”
  • “ jesus. you… look awful.”
  • “ you thirsty? here.”
  • “ ah, hell, i forgot. your mouth is all… puffed up like a baboons ass. need a straw?”
  • “ that shit is hard to scavenge.”
  • “ blah, blah, blah.”
  • “ because i am a stand up guy.”
  • “ because i can’t let something like that stand.”
  • “ there… are… rules.”
  • “ cost me an arm and a leg going after him/her.”
  • “ s/he asked for my forgiveness. i like that. made me take notice.”
  • “ POW! one of my top guys!”
  • “ you look around here. this? well, it can all be yours.”
  • “ all you gotta do is answer one simple question.”
  • “ what, does the cat got your tongue? you’re just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this?”
  • “ hey, sst, sst, sst!”
  • “ you made your choice. ain’t my problem if you made a dumbass choice.”
  • “ you’re gonna wind up in that room or hanging on the fence!”
  • “ i get why you did it.”
  • “ you were thinking about someone else. that’s why i can’t.”

i wanted to check on how im progressing with my art, and WOW the bottom drawing is a year old and wow. i guess i did improve with my art style, it used to be a bit cartoony but i toned that down a little i guess.

anyways have a little looks on the improvement in my drawing, it all takes practice! trust me owo.

im still not getting any better with backgrounds AND coloring. gotta work on that XD

When they tell you that “trust me, it will get better and you will stop hurting eventually,” believe them. And when they give you good advice that your head understands but your heart rejects, take a moment to think before you react.

Don’t beat yourself up if you do something that you wished you hadn’t (calling, contacting, etc) We all did it at one time or another. Be kind to yourself. Be forgiving of yourself. And most of all remember that being happily single is an alternative. Even if society is beating it into your head that you MUST have a mate, take some time to heal before going back out there. There are plenty of good people to love, but don’t go back out there broken, jaded about love, etc. Accept reality.

Experience the pain. Learn the lesson. Actively try to heal. Remember the person you were when you first met your ex and get that person back.
And the universe will take care of the rest.
—  Believe that eventually everything will be alright. 1.26.2017. 6:26PM